Take What You Want From Me Ch. 02

The ride was silent. When we got back to the apartment building, he rushed us inside, ignoring our doorman, who I had to give an apologetic look to, considering Brad was normally pretty nice to him. We got in elevator, and he punched in our security code so that it would take us straight to our apartment. (Since we had the entire floor, we needed a pass code) All I could think was that there would be no one to hear me scream if he tried to kill me.

That was ridiculous. This was my husband. The man that I'd known and loved for seven years. He wasn't going to kill me. Right?

Once we'd gotten inside, and he'd disabled the alarm, he dropped everything on the floor, and threw me up against a wall, knocking the wind straight out of me. He'd never been rough with me before. Fire coursed through my veins, and my heart was nearly pounding out of my chest. Yes, I was terrified. And insanely turned on. My panties were soaked, I was breathing heavily, and I'm pretty sure my face was bright read. For the first time since I'd given him the present, I looked up at him, and locked eyes with him. But I barely had time for that. Just as soon as I'd been shoved up against the wall, I was being pulled from it so that he could tear the dress from me. He was a large man. Strong. By simply grabbing hold of the two sides, he destroyed what was probably a three thousand dollar piece of clothing, leaving me in just a black thong and matching black push up bra.

Again, I felt myself being shoved against the wall. My shoulder hit a corner, and I winced. That would bruise. But I had to smile. Because if tonight went according to plan, I'd have a lot more than that one bruise marking me tomorrow morning. I barely had time to think before his mouth covered mine. His tongue forced my lips open, and I gladly accepted, trying to keep up with him. But he was seeking, searching for something more. As if he was trying to make up for all of the lost time in the past few months. His hands ran through my hair, undoing my simple up-do, and he tugged slightly. At that I moaned. This was a side of him that I'd never experienced before. It was like that moan was a green light for him. He pulled back from me slightly, so that he could bite my bottom lip, eliciting yet another moan from me, as the unexpected hard pinch was surprisingly pleasurable. Both of our tongues massaged each other, and the moment he felt me trying to fight for control he pulled back again, tugging my hair harder this time. I groaned, wanting his lips back on mine. But he wasn't about to give me more of that. He lifted me further up the wall so that I was at his eye level, and without having to be asked, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pressed against him like this, I could feel just how hard he was.

Good, my present was going over well. At least so far. To elicit a kiss like that? I'd never been kissed like that in my life. I didn't know that was possible. I couldn't breathe. I went to rest my forehead on his shoulder while I caught my breath, but he was having none of it. He pulled me back by my hair, and tilted my head to the side so that he had access to my neck, where he began what could only be described as an assault. His teeth scraped over my skin, and he bit me, then instead of soothing where he'd just left the hickey like he normally would, he just moved on to a new spot. If he kept this up, I was going to climax right here, just from his kisses. He reached down between us, and grabbed one of my nipples, and tugged hard. At that I was practically gone. I threw my head back, groaned loudly enough to make me extremely grateful that we didn't have next door neighbors, and somehow managed to meet his eyes.

At that he pulled away, taking his lips and hands off me entirely. Breathing heavily, he pressed his palms against the wall on either side of me, and pushed his forehead against mine. I whimpered softly, pushing myself upwards in an attempt to get to his lips again. With one hand, he gave me a grave laugh, and pushed me away, and shook his head. "What the fuck, Nikki?!" he yelled at me.

Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I went to unwrap my legs from his waist and get down, but he just grabbed my ass, keeping me in place. Maybe he wasn't taking this as well as I'd expected. "I... um...?" I stuttered. I wasn't sure what to say. What did he want me to say? "I'm sorry?" I tried.

With that he grabbed my chin and forcefully jerked my head upwards, kissing me hard again. He didn't let it get into another one of those kisses, but it was just enough to say that 'sorry' wasn't the correct answer. "I don't know, Brad? What?"

He sighed heavily, and shook his head, as if he didn't know what he wanted me to say either. "I love you so fucking much, you know that?"

Okay, that I wasn't expecting. I must have given him a surprised look, because he laughed loudly. "Oh stop. Did you really think I was going to take that and throw you to the curb? Jesus fucking Christ, Nicole." I could only look at him with questioning eyes.

I tightened my legs around his waist slightly, and in doing so pressed his hard-as-steel cock against me. With that he pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and pulled me closer to him, and dropped his voice, "I'm just surprised. You're perfect, my sweet, sweet girl. You're my personal little sex goddess. You're so much better than I could have ever imagined."

He paused for a moment, and tipped my chin upwards with his index finger so that I was looking at him directly, "You're sure?" I was at a loss for words. All I could do was nod. "Do you want a safe word?" he asked. I hadn't even thought of that. I shook my head, "I trust you".

All of the books said that it was stupid to get into a relationship involving any kind of sadomasochism without a safe word, but I truly felt we didn't need one. He would take care of me. I meant it when I said that I was giving myself to him. Allowing myself to have a safe word would mean that I wasn't giving him everything. I trusted him. I did.

He pulled me up close to him, and kissed me again, gentler this time. He simply massaged my tongue with this, occasionally nibbling on my lips. This kiss was different than before. This was filled with love. With gratitude. He ran his tongue over my teeth, allowing himself a few more kisses before pulling back, and moving us away from the wall. The sudden movement surprised me, and I shrieked slightly, and had to grip the lapels of his tux. "I've got you, pretty girl." His hot breath tickled my ear. He wasn't going to let me fall.

The Beginning
He brought us into the bedroom, and put me down onto the center of the bed, then stepped back. And then he just stared. In any other circumstance I would have been incredibly embarrassed, but right now I could barely think straight. Embarrassed wasn't even a word in my vocabulary right now. I leaned back on one hand, and stretched the other out to him, inviting him to come join me. But he gave me a stern shake of his head, and walked out, yelling "Stay there" as he left.

I fell back entirely, and couldn't help but let out a girlish squeal. I was just so happy. I kicked my legs up in the air before quickly laying them back down. I didn't want to be caught doing my little happy dance. But this was a good outcome. So far. And I didn't know what was to come. But considering I had gone into this expecting him to throw the box at me and scream, "DIVORCE!!!" this was definitely an improvement.

I lifted my head to see him walking back into the room, box, and champagne in hand. He placed both on the bed next to me, not saying a word. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could make a sound he put up his hand and shook his head. Apparently we weren't talking right now.

"You know," he started, as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, "you got my tux all dirty. You wrapped your little legs around me, and pressed your wet little pussy up against me, and you soaked me. Did you know that?"

I stared at him, aghast. We weren't dirty talkers. Wow, this was really new. This was very real. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I didn't know how to respond to what he was saying. I could feel my face burning up, and my panties getting even wetter. He smirked, and shook his head, "That turns you on, doesn't it? Hearing me talk like this is making you hot." Before I had time to react, his hands were around my ankles, and he quickly yanked me all the way to the edge of the bed. He smiled down at me, almost wickedly.

"Do you know what you've gotten yourself into, my sweet girl? Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" His questions required no answers. Of course the answers were meant to be 'no'. I swallowed thickly, and stared up at him through my thick eyelashes, but I couldn't stop smiling. I know that he was trying to intimidate me, or to frighten me. But I just couldn't get the grin off of my face.

"Since you made my pants all dirty, I can of course no longer wear them. Take them off me, my sweet wife." He paused, as if to examine himself, and then continued, "and the bottom of my shirt too. So you will take that off as well." He gave me a sharp nod, as if to reaffirm what he had just said. When I didn't move for a second, he impatiently gestured to get off the bed, and I bowed my head in shame. "I'm sorry, Brad."

"No," he snapped, shaking his head vigorously. I looked up at him in surprise, but he quickly went on, "You may call me Master. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. You say that you are giving yourself to me? Then prove it. First names means equals. From what I got, you do not want that anymore. You want my control. I will give that to you. But you will acknowledge that."

Where was the man that was my husband? Because man was not him. This man... this man was an entirely different person, someone that I had never seen before. Was this serious, domineering side of him what the people that he worked with saw? I never imagined that he would get this into it.

I nodded, and whispered back, "Yes... Master", oh my God, just saying it was so hot. My entire body felt like it was on fire.

I was shocked that I didn't have my juices running down my legs at this point; I'd never been this wet before. The thong was practically melted at this point. I got off the bed, and slowly lowered myself to my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I slowly ran one of my hands up the inside of his leg before I moved to unzip his pants. "Nicole!" He scolded, making no effort to move away from me.

I struggled to pull his pants down over his boxer briefs, considering he was sporting one hell of a hard-on. His huge, hard cock taunted me from within its cotton constraints, and made my mouth water. I went to hook my fingers around the waistband around his underwear, but he stopped me, and I couldn't help but let out a loud groan. "A little taste? Please?"

He grabbed my wrists, and pulled me to my feet, and stared down at me. Okay, that death stare thing was getting kind of weird. Without a word, he motioned to the rest of his body, insisting that I go on undressing him. I had to go up on my tiptoes to push the jacket off of his shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him to undo his cumber bun, and then I began unbuttoning his shirt, going slowly on purpose. I let my nails graze over his naked chest every time I would get more of the shirt open, and I moved down with the buttons, so that my hot breath was on him as well. Whatever it was seemed to be effective, considering the moan/growl type of sound that he made. Once he was down to just his underwear, he spoke again, "On your knees. You may now pleasure me."

That was all the encouragement that I needed. I've always been a woman to really enjoy giving a blowjob. There's something very exciting about being in such a submissive position, yet making a man feel so weak with pleasure at the same time. I pulled hard at his boxer briefs to get them over his large member, and then I took a moment just to look at him. Sadly enough it'd been over three months since we'd had good sex. Sure, we were pretty good keeping up with the standard, missionary stuff, but nothing with good foreplay or anything,

I reached out the tip of my finger to swipe away the little pearl of pre-cum that had beaded at the tip of his cock, and then pulled my hand back. Looking up at him, I stuck my finger in my mouth, with a wicked smile on my face. And then I went to work. Taking all of him was always tough, but considering I had a pretty good gag reflex, I had gotten good at it with time. I swirled my tongue around him, and began making love to him with my mouth, moving slowly, tantalizingly. I sucked on him, pulled, and scraped him with my teeth.

I took him as deep as I possibly could, and I did the act of swallowing, all the while keeping my tongue on the underside of his penis. Yeah, I was pretty damn good at blowjobs. I could feel him getting close, and that was normally when we would stop. I'd never actually gone all the way with him in a blowjob. This would always just be like a warm up to sex. We'd do this, and then we'd have sex. I went to pull back, and looked up at him, but he shook his head. "Finish it."

My heart sped up, and my hands started shaking. Okay. Sure. I could do this. I moved my hands up and cupped his balls softly and massaged them while I got the rhythm with my mouth going on him again. When his moans became increasingly louder, I took him as deep as I possibly could, and sent him over the edge by bringing his penis to the base of my throat and swallowing. Spurts of his hot, creamy cum filled my mouth immediately, and I fought to drink it all in, and to suck him dry. He came for what seemed like an eternity, which brought pure joy to my heart. That I could do this to him, to make him feel such pleasure, was such a turn on to me, and made me feel so happy.

Once I was sure he had finished, I gave him a few final licks, surprised to find him still hard, and then dropped him from my mouth with an audible 'pop'. I sat back on my feet, waiting for my next order, and quickly wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. I grinned to myself, savoring the taste of him in my mouth. That was certainly a new experience. One that I wouldn't trade for anything. One of the best that I'd ever had.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nikki. Where have you been hiding?" his voice was a deeper pitch than I recognized, out of lust and being scraped raw from moans of pleasure.

I just stared up at him, with such pure adoration and love that I couldn't stand it. I had missed this man so much. I hadn't realized just how broken my heart was until this moment, when here, sitting on the floor before him, I just looked at him. How had I survived this past year? One thing was for sure, that I was certainly never going another day without having my husband gone again. I was going to hold onto him this time.

I must have been lost in my thoughts, because the next thing I knew, I was thrown over one of his shoulders, and we were walking towards the living area of our apartment. Wow, he'd even managed to put jeans on in the time that I'd been caught up in my own head. He moved quickly, and before I even knew what was going on, I found myself face down on the dining room table. "Don't move," he said gruffly, before disappearing from the room.

What was going on now? I was so caught up in my own lust, in simply reveling in the fact that it seemed like our lives were going to possibly get back on track now, that I couldn't seem to process anything that was happening. I heard the thumping of his feet as he walked back into the room, and grinned widely as I heard him put something down on the hardwood floor near him. Oh good. Toys were coming out.

He stood behind me, not saying anything, not moving. I wiggled my behind slightly into him, making very clear what I wanted. All I got was laughter. At that I groaned. What an asshole, torturing me like this. He ran one finger down my spine, and I shivered as goose bumps broke out over my entire body. I couldn't remember a time when such a simple touch had turned me on so much. I could practically feel his smile. It was made all the more clear that he was happy with my reaction when he lifted my hips slightly and without warning, literally tore my panties from my body, and then proceeded to shove two of his large fingers inside of my seeping, hot pussy. I screamed, both from the shock, and the built up pleasure of it all. But he stayed, unmoving.

He had huge hands. Two fingers alone stretched me deliciously, and he wasn't even doing anything yet. I whimpered, attempting to move my hips. I was dying to feel his movement within me. At that he promptly smacked my ass, hard enough to make me shriek, "No, no. Don't you move."

Okay, he was really getting into this thing. Spanking now too? But finally, after a few more silent, horribly painful seconds passed, he finally began to move. He pulled his fingers back slightly, then pushed back hard into my sweet honey. He twisted his hand, and curved his fingers, reaching the spot that only he had been able to find. He knew how to pleasure me in ways that I didn't know were possible. I groaned, almost animalistic.

He moved his thumb over my clit in slow circles, and kept his pace steady. It was amazing how well he could read my body, even though we'd grown so far apart. I could already feel myself close to climax. He was moving faster, thrusting his fingers in and out of me now, and my walls were quickly tightening around him, creating a narrow vase. I knew him too well. He was going to pull back. I clamped my thighs shut as hard as I could around his wrist, trapping him inside of me. "Don't you dare come, sweet girl. You can come when I say you can. You gave yourself to me, remember? That means I get to make that decision."

Tears sprang to my eyes, out of frustration, and a bit of pure hatred for him at that moment. "P-p-please," I managed to choke out. I could barely speak. But all he did was use his other hand to pry open my thighs, and pull his hand away. I was shaking, dying to let go. Not simply from all of this, what had happened tonight, but from everything pent up. I hadn't orgasmed with Bradley in over three months. I was like a woman starving. And he could feel that.

He pulled me back slightly by my hair, and put his index finger in front of my mouth. "Taste. Taste how much of a little slut you are." I greedily took his finger into my mouth, sucking all of my own juices off of him.

And then, just to piss him off, I wrapped my tongue around his finger, simulating the action of a blowjob. With that he let go of my hair and pushed my head back down. "Not cool, Nik. You don't control this. Don't you go trying to tease me here. I'll have to punish you next time"

I didn't say anything. But a flood of moisture hit my pussy, and he laughed out loud. "You'd like that. Look at you. You're getting turned on by the thought of your Master punishing you," there was that word again. Master. So fucking hot. I loved this. Why had I not told him about this BDSM fantasy thing before?

He moved away from me, and picked up whatever was on the floor. My heart sped up in anticipation, and my entire body went numb. For a moment, time stood still. The silence in the room was deafening, and suddenly all of the heat had caught up to me. I started shaking. Panicking. I knew all of the things that I'd put in that box, and I was turned on by all of them. I was craving all of them. But I also knew that they would all hurt me. And I had never experienced that before. And I didn't know which he had.

"Don't move," he whispered in my ear, and quickly bit my earlobe before moving away. He backed away slightly, and pressed his hand on my upper back, flattening me completely. I knew what was coming. But before I had time to think about it .... CRACK. The whip snapped through the air, and hit my back in a perfect diagonal. Or at least what I would see to be a perfect diagonal when inspecting it later.